Uploaded April 2022 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago

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It's Sister Jenny's Turn to Throw the Bomb track 14. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:

For all the ills that plague mankind, there is a certain cure
For neighbors rude and rowdy and for prigs sublime and pure,
For holier-than-thous and nasty children by the store,
There is one man who shows the way, salvation is his store.

Chorus:
So let us go a-Ramboing among the live grenades,
Yes, let us go a-Ramboing, all lively youths and maids.
With an Uzi in the left hand and machete in the right,
O let us go a-Ramboing out on the town tonight!

Your boss is full of fertilizer, but he's still the boss,
You therefore labor mightily to his gain and your loss.
He hassles and torments you, nags and plagues you day and night;
Take heart, O pilgrim, there is hope, redemption is in sight.

(Chorus)

And as for politicians, well, need anymore be said?
Their fingers are all in the till, their skulls are made of lead.
You'll never vote the bastards out, for guess who runs the game,
And no use yelling for the law, the cops are just the same.

(Chorus)

Your neighbor mows his lawn at 3 a.m. on Sunday morn
And thanks to him you often wish that you were never born,
Especially when, after hours and one too many brews,
He alternates Ms. Dolly P. with polka tunes and blues.

(Chorus)

Your neighbor's children play their wars at most unholy hours
And recreate Guadalcanal among your shrubs and flowers.
They decorate your trees with tissue normally found on rolls
And excavate your driveway like so many little moles.

(Chorus)

Your other neighbor has been saved and wants to save you too;
He'll gladly tell you endlessly exactly what to do.
Just put your soul into his hands, you'll go and sin no more,
Don't drink or smoke or anything, but be (like him) a bore.

(Chorus)

Sweet polite persuasion here will bring you no relief,
For those who yield to reason aren't the kind that cause you grief.
So when you've had it up to here, and fear you'll grow unhinged,
It's no more Mr. Nice Guy, let's go out and get revenge.

(Chorus)

Yes, there is a solution to the grafter, bore, and prude,
The idiot who bosses you, the neighbor brute and rude.
Just take up arms against the sea of troubles, toil, and fuss,
What's good enough for the new John Wayne is good enough for us!

(Chorus)